Maria's Cabin_We Cared Only Briefly_The Long Week...end_Dances With Ghosts
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Maria's Cabin
It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.The velvet curtains that hanged above the window, her portraits on the wall that she had painted when she was 16 years old.Maria had started painting at just 4 years old. Maria's father was a painter himself he would make money by selling his portraits to the people of his town. Growing up she would watch her father paint all-day-everyday. Maria never knew who her mother was rumor has it that she left when Maria was a day old. One day Maria's father was amused by how much his daughter was interested i...
We Cared Only Briefly
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. There was smoke first, or the smell of it, sharp and determined through the vents of the classrooms, and then whispers, hopes that classes would be cancelled, that the front hallways were burning. We were in no danger, they assured us, the fire wasn’t close. Just focus, just pay attention to the equation. We couldn’t see much from the windows, only the reflected lights of firetrucks, red, yellow, red, yellow, and then they closed the drapes. By the time we were dismissed we could see the trees alight outside of his house, angry and demand...
The Long Week...end
The image of a lion appears in his mind, a lion lying on the green plain, under the Sun, relaxed and content…He recalls this from a documentary about the African plains. Even a lion, powerful and aggressive by nature, can be so relaxed and content, after a meal. He is again filled with awe, and even…envy.Behind the lion in a little distance are some smaller animals, zebras and some others, grazing. They seem relaxed too, or maybe keeping an eye on the lion, but surprisingly not very nervous. It amazes him that they even stay so close to the lion, minding their own grazing…until the lion needs ...
Dances With Ghosts
“Okay, sowww.onedoor.cc it’s a deal,” Anthony said in excitement, “We are spending the night in the cemetery.”Mia smiled nervously, trying to front excitement as best she could. In all honesty, she would have rather spent Halloween watching cheesy old horror flicks in Molly’s basement with Anthony, Molly, and John. “What time should we head out there?” she asked.“We’ll collect our supplies for the night and meet up in the woods behind my place,” John proclaimed. “We can head to Elmwood Cemetery from there since it’s just down the road.”“Sounds like a plan, meet you all at seven,” Anthony said. He kissed Mi...